Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Polo G
Rap
Lil Baby
Rap
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Taurus Bartlett
Composição
Dominique' Jones
Composição
Joseph Steele
Composição
Jonathan Holder
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
10:40
Produção
King Wizard
Produção
Carlos Bedoya
Engenharia (gravação)
Daniel Escobar
Engenharia (gravação)
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Engenharia (mixagem)
Ignacio Portales
Engenharia (assistente)
Eric Lagg
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
[Intro]
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
[Verse 1]
Club action-packed all night
Jayson Tatum, what I ball like
I be pimpin', got a lot of bad bitches
Mike Vick, start a dog fight
Got a smart mouth but her jaw's nice
Neck on freeze, all ice
We been stackin' bands to a tall height
Live '100K at the mall' life, uh
Fuck it off again, Las Vegas, MGM, uh
Bad bitch, shoot my shot just like I'm playin' in the gym
She showed all her friends what I say in her DMs
Drippin' all this water, can my haters even swim?
[Chorus]
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
[Verse 2]
Sellin' iCarly
I'm unstoppable, **** can't guard me
Go up top, I'm too rich to be arguin'
I been chillin', I hope you ain't thinkin' I lost it
I gave her salaries, I'm on that boss shit
I don't play no ball, but you play, we gon' cross you
She wanna fuck with the kid 'cause I'm saucy
If you wanna ride with, you know it's gon' cost you
I do what I want to and I'm ready
It's F90, this bitch litty
I'm confident, bet whatever they bettin'
I don't play games, I'm not that petty
Full-court press, I'm not gon' let up
I don't care, I guess I'm fed up
I'm doin' good but could be better
I don't talk much but I ain't gon' shut up, yeah
[Chorus]
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
[Verse 3]
Always on it, why the fuck would I waste time?
If I get a shot, I'ma take mine
Watch me score like LeBron up the baseline
They left me in the dark like I can't shine
From the rain, now it's Rolls-Royce umbrellas
Velveeta, that boy got dumb cheddar
I'm just chasin' paper, ain't know nothin' else
I ain't losin' sleep 'bout a bitch, no, I won't stress her
Leave a ho then I move onto somethin' better
Catch her peepin' the drip, I'ma jump better
Mike Amiri and new Saint Laurent sweater
And I always pop out with my young steppers
They on go, all he need is one gesture
Keep on gassin' 'em up till that pump wet him
**** diss on the gang and they touch stretchers
Torch his top, turn his homies to pallbearers
[Chorus]
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Written by: Dominique' Jones, Jonathan Holder, Joseph Steele, Taurus Bartlett

